Monthly Archives: February 2009

Thank the LORD it’s FRIDAY!

Well—on Friday I am here—-

And Jeff is up to his eyeballs in getting ready for the Christian Education Conference! Yes—he’s a mighty busy man (along with all the volunteers!).

UP earlier in the morning before most people (yes, myself included), praying, reading—then out the door by 6:30.

Gospel Publishing House will be on the grounds…as will many great folk from Springfield, MO! Welcome to Florida y’all!

So, if you have time, visit me over there (I’m also at work today) and if you REALLY have time…stop by the district and give Jeff a hand….or two.


From the Devotional Book

In the words of Oswald Chambers, “Dreaming about a thing in order to do it properly is right; but dreaming about it when we should be doing it is wrong.”

Can I just tell you that on the day I read this one…it hit me square in the eyes. For several reasons.

1) I had missed doing my devotions in my Oswald Chambers book for a few days. I read other things…—but when I picked my book back up, I flipped first to the “day at hand”.

“SMACK”. Right between the eyes.

2) Yes, I had been dreaming. But to put action behind my dreams scared me to death! But still…

My mother always told us, “Actions speak louder than words”. Yes. I know. A mother’s wisdom.

Oswald goes on further, “When we are getting into contact with God in order to find out what He wants, dreaming is right; but when we are inclined to spend our time in dreaming over what we have been told to do, it is a bad thing and God’s blessing is never on it….’neither sit nor stand but go.’ “

It is alright to wait before the Lord to get the instructions. Or the roadmap—but there are times, when He bids us go–have faith in Him and go—and He directs us step by step.

Wanda’s favorite verse was Psalm 27:14. Wait on the Lord. As you are waiting “before Him”…meaning on your knees, in your prayer closet, or on your face, in your private devotions, He is doing the strengthening. He will be your strength. When you feel you have gone your absolute limit….give it up.

To Him. And when He answers, however He may choose to answer, give Him all the praise.

We do. We give God the glory and praise for Wanda’s life and testimony. AND for what He continues to do—through the faithful perseverance of one darling sister. We praise Him.

Thanks for sticking around with us! We promise to post more faithfully! We are blessed to be sisters of faith with you!


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A Place for Faith to Shine!

Have I got the place for you!

Connie Haile, a very dear friend, has shared her powerful testimony with me. I am sharing it with you. At a place called Joined Together. A blog specifically designed to share testimonies of faith and overcoming life’s crisis through the power of Jesus Christ!

Based on the Scripture, “They all joined together constantly in prayer, along with the women and Mary the mother of Jesus, and with his brothers.” Acts 1:14–we know and act on the FACT that there is POWER in prayer and in the Word of God! Use it! Believe it! Act on it!

I asked Connie to be our first guest, because I KNEW she had something to say…and someone— somewhere needs to hear it and be encouraged.

THERE is power in the WORD! Just ask Connie. Hop on over there and read it for yourself. I guarantee—you will not return the same.


Time for Truth

Let’s have a “sit down”. I have some special “Raspberry Tea” I would love to share with you. Actually you can choose Jasmine Tea or a Breakfast Tea if you like. But let’s sit here at this table.

I was reading a while back in I Kings chapter 22….and this “jumped” off the page.

“For three years there was no war between Aram and Israel. But in the third year Jehoshaphat king of Judah went down to see the king of Israel.” I Kings 22:1-2

The king of Israel asks Jehoshaphat if he will go with him in war against Ramoth Gilead. Jehoshaphat replied that “I am as you are, my people as your people, my horses as your horses”….then he also said…”First seek the counsel of the LORD.”

So the four hundred or so prophets were brought in to give “the word” to the king. Or the “go ahead”.

And they all tell him “what he wants to hear”.

But in verse 7 Jehoshaphat asked, “Is there not a prophet of the LORD here whom we can inquire of?” (Sounded to me like he saw straight through all the hog-wash)

So they brought out Micaiah —even though the king really didn’t want to hear what he had to say because “he never prophesies anything good about me, but always bad.” (Verse 8)

I think that when all the “sounding brass” prophets began their encouragement to go to battle—it may have sounded something like “Charlie Brown’s teacher”…”wah-wah-waaaaah–wah—wahhhhh… to Jehoshaphat’s ears.

But when Micaiah was called in and gave his “Word from the LORD”…it rang clear— as truth always does. To those who want to “hear” the truth.

Then Micaiah answered, “I saw all Israel scattered on the hills like sheep without a shepherd, and the LORD said, ‘These people have no master. Let each one go home in peace.'” (Verse 17)

Micaiah continued, “Therefore hear the word of the LORD: I saw the LORD sitting on his throne with all the host of heaven standing around him on his right and on his left. And the Lord said, ‘Who will entice Ahab into attacking Ramoth Gilead and going to his death there?’
“One suggested this, and the other that. Finally, a spirit came forward, stood before the LORD and said, ‘I will entice him.’ “By what means?’ the LORD asked. “‘I will go out and be a lying spirit in the mouths of all his prophets,’ he said. “‘You will succeed in enticing him,’ said the LORD. ‘Go and do it.’ “So now the LORD has put a lying spirit in the mouths of all these prophets of yours. The LORD has decreed disaster for you.”
I Kings 22:19-23 (emphasis mine)

Okay. I know you are wondering….what is up with this?

Let me finish…drink you tea.

Sit back. Rest.

We’ve got all day….well, maybe just a little while longer. But it won’t take me long.

Here—let me pass you some sugar…need some lemon for your tea?

On most week days, my sister, Aimee and I discuss whatever we read that morning or the night before in our devotionals or Bible Study. Sometimes, life enters our conversations. Okay. On most days. Life interrupts what we most enjoy discussing.

Sometime last year (I really can’t remember the month it took place), we were plagued yet again by another “family situation”—we begin to talk about the “whys”.

No clear answer—-except the “enemy of lies and deceit” has been at work. It is purely amazing who he attacks.

We have a loved one who is surrounded by bars of deceit. We both love him and have prayed for him for all of our praying lives. Little does he realize the metal that constrains his life has constrained ours as well. Not in a physical form…but in a spiritual form.

Why? Well, I think maybe because it has caused us shame. Not only shame, but pain.

The pain comes from the fact that “the loved one” cannot see what the enemy is doing. Even though this road has been traveled before. You’d think one’s eyes would be open to the ploys of the enemy. But I see now that his eyes were not opened completely—and sad to say…for many of us we don’t learn a lesson of listening to lies the first time.

I have battled telling this story. Partly due to the shame of it all. Even though it is not about us. It still affects us. Even though we didn’t cause it…we still feel it.

Do we realize that our actions have “reactions” in others? That they are affected by our actions and decisions. Parents know this is true —they know it all too well.

But kids know it as well. Kids of parents that are living with the enemy of lies and deceit.

I don’t know what you have faced. I don’t know who or what you have listened to. But know this. God is not one who would lie. Rather He will help you see the truth and deal with the truth—even though it may be painful. He is the only One who can heal, restore and bring glory to the shame filled—deceived life. If you have a wound—that has not healed due to the lies of the enemy—give it over to Him today. Don’t let it poison your entire life. Let Him heal you.

It’s okay to have a scar. A scar shows a sign that the Lord has come in and applied His ointment to our lives. We are changed. And…

We are left with a reminder of His love and mercy.


Picture from the our Women’s Tea –I was invited to sit at “Susan’s table”!

Keep Coloring

“My thoughts are completely different from yours,” says the Lord. “And my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine. For just as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts higher than your thoughts.”
Isaiah 55:8-9 NLT

As Aimee was driving home one day following the conversation Mark had with Victoria, she began to do something we both do while driving on a daily basis – talk to the Lord.

Victoria’s words kept ringing in her ears, “Daddy, I can’t see the lines”. With her own eyes flooded with tears, she began to cry out to the Lord. Prayerfully, her heart repeated, “Father, I can’t see the lines”. As she wiped her eyes and as her heart ached inside her chest with such an unspeakable pain, Aimee knew she would miss Wanda, and the sharp reality of losing Wanda was almost more than she could bear. More than any of us could bear.

“Lord, I can’t see the lines on this road”, was Aimee’s heart cry that day. There have been many battles—where we have each one been so blinded by the tears in our eyes and the undeniable pain in our hearts that we simply can’t see the lines to stay straight in the road. We ask many times, “what are You doing here God. None of this makes any sense”.

On that day, while traveling that road, Aimee heard the still small voice speak in her heart these words, “Daughter, it’s okay. Just keep coloring”.* God calms the aching heart we just have to listen. His Word is the balm for the hurting soul. We just have to read it. His love is ever reaching, ever loving–and ever offering all the hope we need to keep trusting. We just have to accept it.

When you reach a place, in the picture of your life where things just don’t seem to make sense, keep coloring.

When you are trying to do everything you know to do, and you are unsure of the “outcome”, keep coloring.

When you are on the road that you have never traveled before, maybe it’s the road of severe circumstance, keep going.

Don’t stop.

Do the necessary.

Keep trusting.

Stay on the believing path.

Adjust your mirrors if you must, and wipe your eyes if necessary. But, don’t stop. He will help you see the lines. Just keep coloring, and soon God’s picture will glow in brilliant colors for you.


*The conversation with the Father was shared to me by Aimee. She has a gift for sharing God’s love–just as she has received it…freely. She writes devotional blogs on the Sisters of Faith site….when she has time. As busy wife, mother, and pastoring along side her husband, she juggles her job as a nurse and weekend Sunday School Teacher, amid all the hustle bustle of church life. Thank you Aimee for being the best baby sister anyone could ever dream up!

Copyright © 2008 Angie Knight, author of The Knightly News. All rights reserved.

The Choosing of the Purple

It is God who arms me with strength, and makes my way perfect. Psalm 18:32 NKJV I Thessalonians 4:13

Standing in the living room of the home Mark and Wanda had created, the very breath of Wanda seemed to permeate every object. For each object in the room was strategically placed by her hands, creating a place of comfort and love for Mark and Victoria, the two people she called her own.

Mark had asked Aimee and me to help him select things for Wanda to wear for her funeral service. While we were honored to do this last task for Wanda, we had no idea how we would feel as we performed such a heartbreaking duty.

Peering into her tidy closet felt like an invasion of privacy. To break the painful silence, we began to discuss Wanda’s personality and neatness. The closet was a perfect snapshot of the life she led. While her closet was orderly and organized, it was not confining or obtrusive. That is to say, while it was organized, it was not obsessively so. The only obsession you could attribute to Wanda, with absolute certainty, would be her faith in God and her family.

As we looked through her dresses and began to discuss what we thought of as we recalled how Wanda looked the last time we saw her with this or that on, my eyes fell on the dress of ivory. Hanging at the very end, shrouded in plastic, the ivory gown she wore at her wedding spoke like a banner waving of love and joy. For the most important day of her life, she had created that simple gown with her own hands. Wanda was not a flashy dresser, but chose the simple clean cut lines of all her clothes. To the casual observer, Wanda would exude simple elegance. As a matter of fact, Aimee and I discussed that as we both stood in her closet.

I clamped my jaw tight on the tears that threatened to pour from my heart. “This”, I said to myself, “would be cried over later. Not now.” For now, there was the business of us getting things ready for Mark to take to the funeral home.

So, with stoic posture, we carried out our duty in the bedroom of our sweet sister. We both decided Wanda’s purple suit was the perfect attire for our sister’s final journey. Purple was her favorite color, and it seems that even before she died, I had been inexplicably drawn to this color, a color I, myself, have rarely worn. We discussed the fact that purple was a color which reflected royalty. She was indeed in the very presence of Royalty. And being a daughter of the King making her journey to rest in His court by His side, she deserved no less than her very own purple!

Her jewelry box was next. We didn’t find much there. She generally wore only a few select pieces of jewelry that were gifts from Mark. Wanda was not much for outward glitter or glam. Instead, her jewels were in her heart and soul. We chose a simple heart with tiny diamonds and small gold loop earrings, both gifts from her husband, Mark.

Aimee and I chose carefully the clothes that would cover the shell of her spirit, which had left us just a few days past. As we methodically went about our task of selecting the necessary, and adding a few pieces of non-essentials, we did so with little conversation. Our tightly-constricted throats would have burst forth with cries of our own pain, if we had allowed the emotions to unravel. Struggling to hold back the tears that burned behind our eyes and pressed to be unleashed into the evening, we gathered her purple around us.

We carefully laid everything on the bed, as if we were her handmaids, laying out her clothes for the day. At the dresser collecting undergarments, I noted that even there, everything was folded with such a neat precision. I wondered if she kept her drawers so neat- “expecting” someone to rummage through them. My thoughts immediately were drawn to the condition of my own dresser drawers. Was my life “inspectable?” Would it uphold to such scrutiny? If one is honest with one’s self, none of our lives bear well under great scrutiny.

Upon finishing the task, I wanted to linger in the room, hoping by some chance, I could capture a sense of her to hold in my heart for the long days to come. We found Mark in the living room talking quietly with Aimee’s husband, Juno. We told him, “We have finished. Her clothes are ready.”

I suppose part of me assumed he would want to immediately see what we had selected. Instead, he wanted to share with us how he had shared the news of Wanda’s passing with Victoria, their four-year-old daughter. I think we had all been silently praying for Mark, realizing that his task, explaining her mother’s death to Victoria, would be, by far, the most difficult. As we stood looking into the eyes of a brokenhearted man, we waited expectantly, for him to recount the details of their tear-filled conversation.

That conversation is found in the next blog entry. I purposefully posted it yesterday, for it had truly taken place before the night we chose her clothes. I wanted it to flow into the one below for any “new readers”. I imagine that there are no new ones, but I am so thankful that you have each journeyed with me here.

Someone stated to me that although they read faithfully, these tear streaked passages of days, they chose not to comment, for what, after all would there be left to say? “That is quite alright”, I told my friend. To know she loves, cares and prayed along with many of you –for us during the painful days of last year is enough. So dear friend, don’t feel obligated to comment. I love you still!

I heard just last night that the month of February was “heart health” month. How fitting. Wanda’s heart condition was severe, yet no one that I know—took better care of their health than she.

One more to go. I told someone via e-mail today that although these pages would close this chapter, the book of faith would continue on in the legacy of hope, trust and faith that Wanda instilled in Victoria from the beginning. As she grows and learns to lean on the Father for herself, the story of love continues.


Copyright © 2008 Angie Knight, author of The Knightly News. All rights reserved.

The Hope We Have!

And now, brothers and sisters, I want you to know what will happen to the Christians who have died so you will not be full of sorrow like people who have no hope. I Thessalonians 4:13

During Wanda’s last days, Mark left Victoria in the care of Kathy Potter, Mark’s Pastor’s wife, for this last trip to the hospital in Gainesville, Florida. The Potters were also the “chosen” paternal grandparents, as both of Mark’s parents were deceased. Victoria had continued to stay with Granddad and Grandma Potter when Mark returned home.

Just hours after Wanda’s passing, the journey home for Mark began. Upon departure from the hospital, Mark called his pastor. The conversation revolved around, not his own sorrow, but instead around Victoria. He had to tell Victoria that her mommy had died. How? What do you say? The conversation between the two would become pivotal.

After more discussion, prayer and thoughtfulness, Mark made the decision of how and what he would say. He arranged to go directly to his pastor’s home where Victoria was. As she ran to him when he arrived, and he hugged her tightly, biting back the tears that were burning to escape, he felt all the love that a father possibly could for a child, and all the heartache that a husband feels when faced with this great loss. That first hug when he entered their home was special, but it would pale in comparison to the embraces yet to come.

As Mark let Kathy know that he was about to talk to Victoria, she went to her room and began to pray for Mark. She prayed not only for God to grant Mark wisdom in explaining to Wanda’s little angel the death of her mother, but also that He spare Victoria as much pain as possible.

As he pulled Victoria onto his lap, face to face he began, while trying desperately to keep as composed as possible for her sake, “Victoria, you know mommy has been very sick.”

Victoria responded quickly, “yes, Can I go see her? I want to go see her!” Her voice and eyes held an urgency that was so strong for a child her age.

With his heart breaking and obvious pain on his face, he replied, “No sweetie, that’s what daddy wants to talk to you about. You know mommy has been very sick and the doctors have tried to help mommy….” Victoria, who adored her mommy interrupted again. “Take me to see mommy! I want to see her!”

The moment was starring him in the face. The news had to be shared. “Sweetheart, listen to daddy. Daddy loves you. The doctors did everything they could, but mommy’s heart couldn’t be fixed. Victoria, mommy died this morning.” Although Mark had spent many hours in prayer over this conversation, the anguish he felt at this moment was unspeakable.

Mark didn’t want to tell Victoria that “God took mommy to heaven”. He believed that might cause her to be angry with God. He didn’t want to tell her that “God needed mommy”, for Victoria was very smart and she knew that she needed her more than God would.

As those words reached her ears, they instantly seemed to penetrate her heart. The sobs and cries of both father and daughter could be heard throughout the house. Mark was not quite prepared for the long heartrending cries of his child. As they held one another, Victoria’s pleas of “I want my mommy!” were the cries of a frightened child, as painful a scene as one can imagine. Time seemed to stand still for the mourning pair. Their world had just been dramatically altered. Life would never be the same.

As the sobs slowed to hiccups and the waterfall of tears to trickles, he wanted to prepare her for the following days as best he could. He began to explain where Mommy had gone. “We know mommy has gone to heaven. She is no longer in her body like we are. Just as we are standing inside this house, when we step outside, all that’s left is an empty house of wood and furniture. Mommy is in heaven, and all that is left here is skin and bones. Heaven is an amazing place. Mommy is seeing people right now that have died before her in heaven. She is completely healed! Mommy can walk up stairs, breathe without her oxygen machine, has a strong heart, and most of all she can see Jesus!”

“We can see mommy again. We may not have to die. Some day soon Jesus will say, “Everyone that loves Me, come up here!” And if we love Jesus, and He lives in our hearts, and we live for Him, we will get to go to heaven, and we will see mommy again!”

Mark could tell there was much activity in his small child’s head. When she spoke again she said, “Daddy, are you going to die?” Even though Mark knew this question would come soon, he wasn’t ready for it right then, but silently prayed, “Lord help me answer well.”

“Yes, honey, I will one day, but people usually die when they are older. Remember mommy was very sick, and the doctors did all they could do.” Mark patiently explained to Victoria what would take place over the next few days.

“When someone dies, we take very good and respectful care of the body that is left. They will put mommy’s body in, what they call a “casket”. Mommy will be all dressed up pretty, and many people will go to the church where the casket will be, and they will hug us and tell us that they loved mommy too.”

As she absorbed this he slowly continued, “The next day they will have a special service for us and everyone will sing and the preacher will talk about how special she was to all of us.”

Continuing in a slow, deliberate manner, Mark asked Victoria if she thought it would be a good idea to place the Valentine’s Day gift she had bought for mommy just days before in the casket. Symbolic of placing their hearts of love inside the casket with mommy, Mark felt the symbolism more important for Victoria than for himself. However, knowing that Victoria might need to “see” something that she had done to help her mommy to be remembered, Mark suggested to Victoria this gift for Wanda’s casket.

With tear-filled eyes, she nodded and then looked away. Knowing Victoria was thinking hard and trying in vain to comprehend, Mark’s heart so filled with a desire to “fix it” for her. He began to wonder if he had overwhelmed Victoria’s little mind with so much information at one time.

Almost as if she understood her father’s dilemma, Victoria turned back to Mark and said, “Yes, and I want to color a picture for mommy. Can I color mommy a Valentine picture?” To keep Victoria’s mind occupied, Mark had purchased a Valentine’s Day coloring book when they had brought Wanda back the gift that Victoria had chosen. I can still remember the enormous amount of strength it took for Wanda to express the obvious joy she felt in receiving something from her darling girl. I can still see the smile she mustered up from within, to make certain her little girl was not alarmed at the drastic changes that the hours had made on her mommy.

Mark told her that would be fine. She jumped from his lap and went in search of her new book. He watched her deliberate movements. She had a job to do. Even then, she seemed to be a focused, mission-minded little girl. Thoughts of “how am I going to do this Lord?” tumbled around his head like the ragged tumbleweed of an old western.

As she settled in at a little table nearby, kneeling on the floor, she began coloring. Tears still in his throat, Mark noticed that as Victoria colored, she was furiously wiping tears from her eyes, in an attempt to keep her vision clear. “Daddy, I can’t see the lines. I want it to be good for mommy.” Still wiping tears that seemed to come from an endless fountain inside her heart, she cried, “Daddy, I can’t see the lines”.

“It’s okay Babe, you just keep coloring”, was his own teary reply. Mark watched her intently as she continued to color and wipe her eyes. Wondering if what Victoria was thinking and feeling, was comparable to his own despair, Mark sat back and waited on Victoria to finish her mother’s final gift.

Victoria finished the picture with great care. It was beautiful. Even the parts that were outside the lines. She then put the final touch to it—signing it. Mark noticed she had written at the top, “To: MOW Love: Victoria”. As she turned, the picture for him to see it completed, he said, “that’s right”. He later confided to Aimee, “You know me, wanting to spell it right, I told her that “Mom” was spelled with an “m” at the end.”

Victoria fixed it, so that it said, “MOWM”. She turned to Mark and said, “Daddy, do you think mommy can see this?” He quickly replied, “Yes, I believe she can!” As she turned and held the picture up to the ceiling, his heart near bursting with the anguish of it all, she then turned back and with tears streaming down her face she said, “She said it was good.”

Mark said, “Yes, Babe, I believe mommy said it was good.” Father and daughter sat and shared their own private moment, as God’s hand, through the eyes of a four-year old girl, started the healing process.

Over an hour had passed when Grandma Potter stepped into the room. You could almost touch the deep pain coming from their hearts, as it seemed to hover like a thick fog. As Grandma Potter was walking toward Victoria, she turned to meet her and said, “Grandma, my mommy died.” With those words spoken from her lips, a sense of God’s presence was evidenced.

After Mark shared this conversation with us, we felt that he had handled it the best way possible. Of course, we couldn’t listen with dry eyes. We found ourselves mopping our own faces as the dam of emotions threatened to explode in our hearts. We knew that God had given him the strength to do and say what was necessary. And that God would help him deal with each day, and each event as each one dawned anew.

Psalm 121:1-4 says, “I lift up my eyes to the hills—where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth. He will not let your foot slip—he who watches over you will not slumber; indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.

Copyright © 2008 Angie Knight, author of The Knightly News. All rights reserved.

Part of our Trip

You will have to click on the collage to get the details….The day was WINDY…VERY WINDY. The hill was STEEP….VERY STEEP! The mountains were awesome. (No, I’m not gonna say it again)…

I had an awesome lunch with a precious blogging sister! Marsha from Marsha’s Musings and I met in her home state and had a great lunch and fellowship together! I also met Lori (picture coming soon) of All I have to give….and Julie of Jewelz Sightings….

Lori called it appropriately, the “Angie Tour”. I suppose it was. My sweet man carted me around to all the chosen destinations without one quibble. He was precious. It was the sweetest Valentine’s gift ever! I have MANY more pictures….will show them later 🙂

I have 3 more parts to post about the days following Wanda’s homegoing. Do you want to hear the rest? I really would like to know—if not, I will get back to devotions. So—tell me. The final 3? Or carry on devotions?

By the way…more news is coming up—-along with a giveaway celebrating our new blog look—and a few more things….so….come on y’all….tell me….what do you want???

It is up to the readers.



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You Are Supposed to be Here

Jeff’s First Post! I was going to wait until March…because I thought he needed extra time…but hey! He wrote this one out for me this morning! Without further ado….here ya go!


Have you ever been asked to do something you are not sure you can do? I just hate to say no. But in my mind, I am thinking: “Me? Write a blog? I don’t even read that much! I can’t spell and you want me to write?” That was pretty much my response to Angie when she asked me. Then when she showed me her new blog page—I was like—“but I didn’t say I would yet.” But she knows I will.

Well, we are on vacation when I write this out for her to type. In the mountains of North Georgia. We arrived on Saturday afternoon to find an empty gas tank (although it had been ordered a week ago, it had still not been delivered). I go out to the water valve at the road, turn on the valve and water sprays everywhere. A busted line.

My first thoughts were “we are not supposed to be here obviously. Let’s just go home. No gas means no heat. No hot water. When I was a young boy, I can remember warming water in the fireplace, actually, the fireplace not only was our water heater—it was also our only source of heat.

But—the fireplace here—has ‘gas logs’. So, I call the homeowner to get the phone numbers to the gas company and the water company. Long story short, we had gas delivered late Saturday afternoon. Shortly thereafter, the water company sent someone out and repaired the valve and line at the road.

“Finally! We have water!” With a turn of the valve the meter starts running, but no water in the house. Unless you count the water spraying from a busted line in the ceiling above the laundry room.

Well, my thoughts again are, “we are just not supposed to be here this week.” But, I know I can fix this problem. So, with a trip to Lowe’s and a couple of hours later, I am sitting in a hot bath in a warm house. The lost 4 to 6 hours were not really that big of a deal.

How many times do we take life’s small problems and make a mountain out of them. As I am praying this morning, mountains are exactly what I am looking at right now. As I begin thanking God for this beautiful morning, the Spirit speaks to my heart.

“No one will ever experience what you are at this very moment.” Oh, people will sit in this same rocker on this same porch, looking at these same mountains, enjoying the same view, but they will not see the same thing. The fog in the valley will never be exactly the same again. The clouds, the rising sun, even the birds singing in the trees—their song will not sound the same way it does to me today.

And I will not be exactly the same again, for God reminded me “I can do all things through Him.” He reminded me to be still and listen and know that He is God and He is Lord of my life. I encourage you today, put Him in first place today. Allow Him to be Lord of all in your life. In all you do.

Thanks for listening!


Oh, I cannot end this post without saying thank you to an awesome family here in Georgia! Angie and I met one of her blogging friends and her family for lunch on Sunday. Scott and Lori and their “people”—thank you guys for a great lunch and a great time. I know this old man didn’t say a lot (never do), but you blessed my heart. What a beautiful and loving family you guys are! Thank you!